"Tomorrow, Wang Lao San and his friends will set up stalls. My business will inevitably decline. After school starts, I can only set up stalls on Saturdays and Sundays. It is difficult for the fried stall business to provide me with enough funds." Zhou Hai rubbed his forehead and thought about the next plan: "How to solve the various expenses and high food expenses in the college entrance examination?"

Make money.

Must make money.

Otherwise, they would have to starve to death.

"First of all, you must eat enough. By not forgetting everything, my academic performance can be greatly improved. There is a subsidy of 700 this semester. If the school scholarship is added, it may be an income, but the time is not enough, and the scholarship will be issued after the college entrance examination." Zhou Hai thought silently: "As a high school student, how should I use to obtain high legal income?"

High legal income.

This is very difficult. One carrot and one pit. The high legal income means a high-tech job, which is something that a high school student cannot touch.

However, Zhou Hai still has to find a way to make money.

At that time, the few deposits in the family were used to treat Zhou Pingyuan and bury him. Over the past year, Zhou Hai currently has only 4,000 yuan in deposits.

There is a fee of about 1,000 to start school, which is easy to solve, but the big part is still food expenses.

It is impossible to eat at school. Zhou Hai's appetite is too big, and the meal for one person is not enough to even stuff the teeth.

Not having enough food means not eating.

Zhou Hai vaguely felt that eating a full meal had an important relationship with his health and his life.

However, the price paid for eating more is something Zhou Hai could not bear.

A lunch costs five yuan, and based on the current number of twenty adult meals, if you want to eat enough, the meal costs up to 100 yuan.

The food expenses of 100 a day are even more unbearable by Zhou Hai.

You must go home to eat rice so that you can be as cheap as possible.

way.

You must think of a way to make money.

"I didn't expect to be stumped by the simplest problem of eating, and I had a headache." Zhou Hai sighed, and had not yet figured out a solution.

It really doesn't work, so I can only go to Lin Dong to borrow money.

The days ahead are carefully calculated.

"Dongdong!" Suddenly, a knock came from the door of the house.

A loud voice came from the door: "Is anyone?"

Zhou Hai heard the sound, frowned slightly, was confused, and stood up and headed towards the door.

In the middle of the night, who is it?

It's not like Ge Haiping's voice.

When he opened the door, he saw three men wearing dark black down jackets standing together. Zhou Hai narrowed his eyes and looked at the three of them carefully.

One person was wearing glasses, with an ordinary face, an ordinary temperament, and a little sleepy.

The other person looks a little handsome, but he looks impatient.

The man in the lead looked about twenty-seven or eight years old, wearing a red banner from Chunyuan Road Street Office on his right arm. After seeing Zhou Hai, he said, "Hello, young man, I am from Chunyuan Road Street Office."

"Hello, is there anything wrong?" Zhou Hai nodded and asked in confusion.

The young man apologized first and then said, "Sorry, I'm disturbing. Recently, Rongcheng Tianyuan Food Company lost something. Rongcheng News said that this thing is very dangerous. It is a radioactive substance. Please try to stay at home during this period and call the police immediately if you see strange items."

"Oh! OK, I know, it's the food company on TV that uses radioactive substances to disinfect chicken feet." After hearing the street office staff's words, Zhou Hai immediately understood and immediately responded: "Thank you very much."

In the past two days, the news that the cobalt-60 radioactive source was lost in the entire Chengdu City, which caused panic and uneasy.

Rongcheng Atomic Energy Research Institute, Tianyuan Food Company, and the provincial government were almost driven crazy by this terrible thing.

Nuclear radiation.

This is a famous nuclear radiation, and everyone is afraid of talking about it.

Even elementary school students know what the word nuclear radiation symbolizes.

To be honest, Zhou Hai sighed a little. He didn't expect that the three staff members of Chunyuan Road Street Office in front of him would come to notify him overnight.

It was late at night, the wind was cold, and it was so cold that it was biting.

"It's okay, this is what we should do. I'm so sorry to bother you, little brother." The staff of the street office led by the head smiled. After the notice was in place, he said to the two colleagues around him: "Let's go and notify the next one."

"I've been disturbed."

The man wearing glasses and another man also apologized one after another.

Although the tone contained a lot of fatigue, it can be seen that the three of them had been running around for a long time.

"Brother Zhao, by the way, you haven't shown him the lost radioactive source photo." As he left, the man wearing glasses whispered.

The staff of the leading street office shook their heads: "Everyone knows it, they must have seen the photos."

Zhou Hai thanked again and said goodbye: "Thank you, goodbye."

"Okay, OK." The three of them said goodbye again.

People leave, leave.

The words are finished, the door is closed.

"Ding!" At this time, a prompt sound came from the rice cooker.

Hearing this voice, Zhou Hai thought nothing about the next time.

Because the happiest moment of the day has arrived.

Have a meal.

Enjoy the feeling of physical satisfaction.

"Good night, Zhou Hai, tomorrow will be better."

Meimei enjoyed the dinner prepared at twelve o'clock in the morning. Zhou Hai washed up and prepared to rest. She lay on the bed and talked to herself. She felt the tiredness gradually coming out of her body and slowly fell asleep.

Make money.

Work hard to make money.

Then,

fly!

...

The next day.

The sky is clear, and the scorching sun that has not been seen for a long time suddenly emerges, bright and symbolizing warm light, sprinkling throughout the city.

Chunyuan Road, fried stall area.

"Wang Laosan, how early did you come to set up a stall today? You didn't do it yesterday, Zhou Hai made at least 1,000 yuan." He Chun, the owner of the fruit shop, held a cup of soy milk and held fried dough sticks in his right hand. While eating, he said to Wang Laosan who was setting up a stall.

Wang Laosan, who is already middle-aged, has a slightly fat body and a rich face. He is wearing an ordinary apron. While cleaning up the stall, he smiled at He Chun: "I had something to do yesterday, and I was delayed. I can't make enough money. Zhou Hai earns it if he should."

He Chunlan, his wife standing next to him, was tidying up the oil pan and vegetables, immediately shouted to Wang Laosan: "You talk too much, but you drank too much yesterday, so we made at least a thousand dollars less."

This fried stall area was approved and approved by Chunyuan Road Street Management and Urban Management Bureau. It is a legal stall with a total of six.

You only need to pay a certain amount of rent every year and obtain a qualification certificate to set up a stall.

As the only area selling fried food on the entire road, the six fried stalls earn about 300 yuan per day on average, and the profits are even higher during the holidays.
Chapter completed!